The little sheer tops, the naughty schoolgirl thing, the dressed up grown up Emma. It’s all working. Many lost hope when Emma shorn her hair and looked like she was turning her back on her hotness; but she’s most definitely back, and this is just behind the scenes, no airbrushing. Just Emma. Hermione hotness. Enjoy.
The Julianne Hough hotness pimping going on this week before her film release has truly been magical. Sort of like Rosie Huntington-Whiteley before her big film debut in Transformers 3 last summer, they are pushing Julianne sweet and sextastic in front of every camera they can find this month to pimp the shizz out of Rock of Ages.
In the edition of Glamour magazine just out on the newstands (or swipable from the local mani-pedi salon, if you’re as devious as I), the Mormon-dancer-singer-actress-Seacrest-beard puts on an entirely new and different show of lust inducement and I really must I admit, I really do like it. See what you think for your own badself. Enjoy.
Well, there were a number of superb celeb hotties at the Glamour Woman of the Years Awards last night in London town, the likes of Sofia Vergara, Lea Michele, Eva Longoria, and Kelly Rowland (who looked especially amazing), but nobody really could steal the scene from uber-sextastic Jessica Alba, most especially when she made an impromptu bend forward to retrieve an item off the ground and revealed a very sweet down top show of her twin MILFtastic wonderements.
I’m not exactly sure how Glamour magazine decides on its voting for Woman of the Year, or what it really means beyond who has the prettiest accessories that match well with their shoes, but as much as the genders may disagree on their evaluation of female beauty, somehow they came up with a very nice list of hotties for their awards. Enjoy.
It’s easy to overlook Lauren Conrad. I mean, there’s not all that much there there once you start digging. But, when it comes to bubbly Cali beach girls, I suppose digging is not really what you want to be doing with your time anyhow. Ogling and gawking come to mind more so. Which you can now do with the self-described actress and fashion designer and former Hills reality TV star, who appears in the May edition of Glamour magazine in some photos sure to re-spark your interest in one of the original Laguna Beach girls.
We can blame MTV for many things. They’re like the Vasco de Gama of the television landscape; they broke some new ground with their bold explorations, but mostly now we just remember them for spreading syphilis throughout the Asian continent. And MTV did bring us a number of the mind-numbing hot girls we do so love to ogle, Lauren Conrad among them. So, backhanded compliment to the former music television network, and front handed compliment to Glamour magazine for making Lauren look ever so hot. Enjoy.
I could watch Jennifer Lawrence spit watermelon seeds and I’d be in heaven. In fact, I’d pay to watch that. The sextastic buxom young actress about to break big once more in Hunger Games, took to the pages of U.K. Glamour magazine just to show that even when she’s posing for the ladies, there’s still plenty of visual delights for the man-folk, even if we could use a bit more skin.
Ever since Jennifer Lawrence came onto the public scene a year ago now with her Oscar nomination she’s been nothing but hour glass figure amount of awesome. We can only hope she doesn’t get too caught up in goofy blockbuster films that she forgets her indie roots and the potential for nekkidness that lies within. Enjoy.
The side benefits of the craptastic Twilight movie series just keep on coming, namely, a side order of the so-potentially sextastic Kristen Stewart, all dolled up and smoking hot on the pages of this month’s Glamour magazine, all part of the monster promotional campaign underway for the supernatural super-sappy film opening up later this month. We may never ever get to see Kristen Stewart smile, but any time she looks this hot and isn’t flipping us the angry bird, it’s a nice bit of visual delight. Enjoy.
She may never smile, but you certainly will after seeing this glorious Glamour magazine spread of Kristen Stewart, looking all kinds of wicked hot as the day draws near when teary-eyed young girls, dysfunctional soap-opera loving moms craving Oprah, and Cousin Jonathan camp out in line for days in advance of Twilight Breaking Dawn in just about six weeks or so now. If but for the hint of Kristen Stewart nekkidness, I’d be in line with the entire bunch, but for romantic kisses with the foppy fopmeister guitar playing emo sad sack vampire, I’d rather watch the paint dry on the nails of the hot girls at the mani-pedi place near our office that doesn’t close it’s shades properly, I mean, so I’m told. Enjoy.